Posts Tagged ‘mourning’

Ok folks. I’m trying something new here. So bear with me. I can’t stop my creative muse, so I’ve come up with a few ideas for prompts. Poetry prompts of course. The cool thing about it is, your all invited!

So my first category is called: “Say it with muze” (and yes, I misspelled muse intentionally) and the general “style” of prompt, if you will, is the news. One of my favorite pastimes is actually reading the newspaper. In this way we stay informed of events both locally and around the world. In other words, the prompt will come as it relates to current news topics. Or old ones for that matter.

So I’ll select something in the news, and you’ll write an awesome poem as your muse pleases. Hence the phrase “Say it with muze”. Sounds great huh?

My best intentions in doing this; is to first, promote poetry, and provide a positive medium for poets such as yourself. Are you excited yet?

Feel free to post your poem in the comment section or simply provide a link to your blog. Also feel free to roam around as much as you like, and please comment on others poems. It’s much more enjoyable that way isn’t it? Alright you ready? Here goes nothin’
(By the way I have other wonderful categories to be announced. So stay tuned).

SAY IT WITH MUZE: Prompt 1

Today’s prompt will be on mourning. The world is mourning right now the loss of life in Paris. I just saw a picture of a young woman from Cal state that is no longer with us. Such a loss of life.
Personally, I’ve lost my dad, two grandmothers, and another family member within the last five years.
So your poem could be on grieving. The memory of a loved one, a tribute to Paris, or how the world is mourning. However your muse takes you.

Please be polite and mindful of others throughout the process. My only requirement is that you say it with muze. I’ll go first. You ready?

THE IMAGE OF MEMORY

We cherish and embrace,the sacred memory of those who were larger than life,inscribed upon our heart.

The gravity of their love,stately kindness,exhibited humanityfrom the start.

Although we don the sadness of this grief;clad and cloaked in pain, we will gladly bear their imageupon our souls,for with us they still remain.